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The Story of Us
[now slightly modified for easier use!]

a [crossover pairing encouraged] shipping meme

Crossover pairings are fun. Arguably, they can be one of the best parts of panfandom RP. After all, there's nothing quite like that spark when two characters just "click," especially when it was completely unplanned. AWESOME.

Unfortunately, in a lot of shipping memes here and elsewhere, the environment isn't really conducive to spontaneity. People usually just stick to castmates or close friends, and don't tag out due to lack of knowledge of canons or just plain intimidation. That's not fun for those of us who want to throw caution out the windows and just try crazy things, like throwing a Thor at a Sailor Moon (which, really, isn't that crazy of an idea if you look at the mythos for both series...).

This meme's for you, risk takers, crack shippers, or people who just want something new. Go. Play. Don't let anything stop you. Don't know where to go with an idea? Wing it! The prompts here are not the super specific variety that most ship memes have, where you almost have to have canon knowledge. Want to reply to a character but have no idea where to begin? Make things up! The more creative, the better.

The Steps
- Make a comment with your character, canon, preferences, etc in the subject.
- Comment to other characters! Use the RNG, first rolling for category (1-3) and then for prompt.
- This meme was created for crossovers, and that's heavily encouraged, but no one is going to hunt you down if you play with a castmate. Just try to remember the purpose of the meme, okay?
- HAVE FUN

Two Ways to Play
#1 (the buildup)
- Start with the first category, which is how the characters meet. Play that as you see fit. THEN, do a timeskip! If you don't know what that means, it's when you handwave that time has past. Assume the characters have known each other for a while. Move on to a prompt in the next category. Rinse, repeat. You can build a relationship!

#2 (the regular)
- Just play it as usual. Roll for category, then for prompt.

The Categories
1. The beginning
2. The relationship
3. Years later

I. How We Met & the Sparks Flew Instantly (The Beginning)
1. First meeting (no matter how mundane or impossible!)
2. First date
3. Blind date
4. Arranged courtship/marriage
5. Hate at first sight
6. One night stand

II. People Would Say "They're the Lucky Ones" (The Relationship)
1. Confession (TELL ME HOW YOU REALLY FEEL)
2. Taking care of you
3. Meeting the family/showing you home
4. First time
5. FIGHT
6. Marriage proposal

III. One Day We'd Tell the Story of Us (Years Later)
1. Moving in together
2. BABIES or kids
3. Together again after a long seperation
4. Ending the relationship
5. Old (married) couple, aka Still in Love After All these Years
6. At the end of life

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"God yes." All without thinking. Sam needed a friend. He needed a 'Sammy boy' and an offer of booze because that's what felt real. A pint and a scotch, really, would be perfect right now.

He offered Peter his best smile which, at the moment, was still pretty dreadful, before he pushed away from the wall and headed back up the stairs to the jeep.

He'd probably have to take a taxi home, he really was planning on overdoing it. What Peter said was true. He was second guessing everything. Gene probably didn't exist. He was a catalyst...he was something meant to help him through his coma, nothing more.

But the loss was still devastating and the moment the fourth pint hit his blood stream, Gene was again the only thing he could think about.

Peter was a light drinker, he had one and a half WKD's and talked to nearly everyone that came over near him and Sam. The chaps got a simple nod or smile. The women got all the chatter. Hell half way into their outing, Peter was accidentally chatting up some blond.

And, of course, when he realised then things got awkward. He soon ended the conversation and turned back to Sam with a desperate look.

"You think you have problems, Sammy? I'm fucking insane. I'm happily in a relationship and I can't shut up when it comes to women," Peter complained before dropping his head on the bar. "I want them all and I want none of them at the same time."

And that always got him into trouble.

"At least your problems are real," Sam blubbered into his lager with a scowl. "You flirt with women. Big bloody do-da. I'm obsessed with a figment of my imagination ten years my senior, beer belly, antithesis to the man I want to be myself and a bloke." So at least Sam was understanding that he was crazy too, right? Baby steps.

"I was goin' to kill myself, Pete. Jump off that roof. For what? To get back to a figment of my imagination? After bein' given a second change t'live? If the only problem I had was--"

Sam scowled and leaned over to grab Peter by the tie. He'd been eyeballing another woman!

"Would you at least pretend t'listen?!"

Peter turned and gave Sam a guilty look. Hey, look, if Sam was in a mini skirt then he'd be listening but as it stood, Sam was not as stunning as that chick over there. He was partially listening but then he'd been listening all day. Blah, blah, Gene Hunt, blah blah, the past.

"Look, I'm sorry and all but maybe it's what you need. A little strange. See that girl in what seems to be not at all weather appropriate shorts? Go shag her."

And have a fun. Sam really needed to loosen up. Peter leaned over and started to undo Sam's top button for him. Yeah, totally normal.

"Look more casual and go get some jail bait... make sure she's 16 or over!"

Okay! He could do this! It made perfect sense. Shag someone to get over someone else. And yeah, still not thinking about Annie there. What was his problem? He'd almost shagged her twice! Gene Hunt? Never. Wait, where did that thought come from?

Sam drunkenly stumbled to his feet because, hello?

No way in hell was he letting that be his final thought. He tipped his hat, metaphorically, to Peter and toddled off...to talk to a nineteen year old girl that happened to really be into police -- daddy issues -- about Gene Hunt.

Peter, he needed a wing man now more than ever!

Okay he was going to cut in, just to try and sort out this insanity because the more he spoke of Gene, the creepier he was. "Erm, Gene was a friend. Shot down in a police raid-- sorry, he's a little... you know. Stunned still. He just got out the hospital from a war wound per se."

What was hotter than being hurt on the beat. He said it all slyly, quietly, as if it was secretive.

And the girl nodded, looking more into the exciting copper.

"He's a bit drunk but trust me, he's a great bloke," Peter assured, throwing an arm around Sam to keep him upright. "He really likes your shorts too."

"Those shorts scream downstairs, inside," Sam mumbled and leaned against the bar with a fiver to wave down the barkeep for another scotch. Gene's favourite drink. "I actually prefer wine," he muttered, and the girl glanced at Peter. "But you know, wine's for ponces. 'Gladys,' he'd say: 'if you order wine one more time in my presence, I am goin' to have to nick you for disturbing my peace!'"

Oh jeez. The girl -- her name was Emily, a pretty thing indeed, turned towards Peter and frowned.

"Stop trying to change him," she said, picking up her drink that the last man that came to speak with her bought. Pretty girls rarely bought their own liquor after all. "If he's gay, let him be!"

She walked off shaking her head.

"He's not gay, he's insane!" Peter yelled after her before whining in annoyance. Oh come on, he'd never get Sam laid. He could try and get Sam into a bloke maybe? Or at least get himself laid and away from all this Gene talk. Honest to God, he'd ditch him if he didn't stop.

Gripping Sam's shoulders, he sighed somewhat.

"Stop. Please. No more talking about Gene or I will kill you myself," Peter complained, dropping his head somewhat. This was getting tricky. "Look... are you? You know... was Gene your-- boyfriend?"

Seemed like that was the outcome.

"Most homophobic...arsehole...you'd ever meet..." Sammy said, ignoring the actual question. Despite all of the clearly homoerotic things they'd done -- no one touches another bloke like that, no one -- Sam hadn't been attracted to Gene. Well, not to his looks. No matter how much 'prowess' Gene claimed to have, and no matter how much magnetism he possessed--

No. No. He wasn't gay. And Sam? Sam absolutely wasn't gay.

He gave Peter a 'are you crazy?' sort of look that could be easily translated into 'obviously, you fool!' instead which really wasn't going to help his case in the slightest.

Too late for all of that now of course.

So what if he happened to be in love with a figment of his imagination? It meant nothing!

"Peter just stared for a while, not sure what was happening right now. All he knew was that Sam wasn't getting laid and they were well over their limit for drinking so perhaps this was the end of it. "Sam, you're not getting laid. I'll call a cab and I'll come with you."

Just to make sure Sam didn't choke on his vomit or bash his head when he got home. Or leap out of window.

"It'll be fine Sammy, you'll find someone."

With that, he patted Sam's shoulder and started to nudge him towards the exit to get some fresh air. Such a shame as well, that girl had been so up for it. He'd find him a horny bloke next time.

"I don't want to find someone. I don't soddin' need-- I don't-- And you can't bloody well make--" He leaned on Peter the whole way. He didn't argue when the Scot decided to stay. Or took his car key. Or somehow got the number of two additional women before they got a cab and--

Sam stopped caring and laid his head on Peter's shoulder during the ride back.

"You can 'ave anyone and you say you're bloody miserable?" Some people were never happy.

Never.

"What happened?"

[the slightly modified for easier use] THE STORY of US MEME (a crossover pairing encouraged meme)

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